 | Barbara Lloyd Evans - 1989 - 1238 páginas
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 | Antony Easthope - 1989 - 240 páginas
...of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: 80 Thou lovest - but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking...deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, 85 Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? We look before and after, And pine for what... | |
 | Joseph Cheyne - 1990 - 404 páginas
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 | William Packard - 1992 - 284 páginas
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 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - 226 páginas
...shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clearjoyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came...mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some... | |
 | Matt Cartmill - 1996 - 352 páginas
...filled with a profound, unconscious joy that self-conscious creatures like ourselves can never feel: Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more...mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? . . . Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1994 - 752 páginas
...cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. 80 Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more...mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some... | |
 | Philip Smith - 1995 - 116 páginas
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 | Stanley Appelbaum - 1996 - 260 páginas
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We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. 
